My girlfriend thought I was poor, so she hugged the rich second generation in public and called me a stinky food delivery guy who was doomed to be at the bottom of society for the rest of my life.
I endured it silently until a voice sounded in my head: [Ding! God-level takeout system activated!
"Complete the novice order and receive a cash reward of one billion!"
"Get five-star praise and be rewarded with master-level fighting skills!"
"Punish the rich second generation for bad reviews and reward his father's company!"
The next day, my ex-girlfriend and the second-generation rich man knelt in front of me and begged for mercy, but I just drove the limited-edition sports car rewarded by the system to deliver to the aloof female president a document about the company that she thought was late, but in fact it was the company I had just acquired.
"Miss, your takeout has arrived, please sign for it... And sign for me by the way."
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